As I'm writing this I'm realizing I've forgotten to take my potent pill tonight. Rats. Double Ratz.
Time out.
Back. I think accutane gets a bad wrap. I'm training for a marathon and WAY behind.
This morning I was running thinking about how far behind I am and suddenly my head was piercing with pain.
First thought: it's a side effect.
Second thought: could be the fact that I'm so dehydrated I'm peeing neon yellow.
My husband is a mild hypochondriac. Or was a mild hypochondriac and has elevated to a full blown drug researchin' fool.
We have drugs from years back in our medicine cabinet. With different patients names on them "just in case".
We have about 3 knee braces, 2 ankle braces, a mouth guard to prevent teeth grinding, a toe wedge for comfort sleeping, and miscellaneous ice packs stored in the freezer.
If I so much as suggest a sore throat I'm gifted a pack of tylenol flu or tylenol cold or tylenol cold and flu, cough drops, and kleenex. It's sweet, but you get the point.
After I brought home my accutane scrip that looked more like a 6 pack of space food with an encyclopedia to read up on, we went over it together.
You've gotta make sure someone's watching to make sure you don't dive off the deep end.
An accutane buddy. He's my accutane buddy.
The next day I'm telling him how much I want a glass of pino and he's telling me that I'm not allowed.
That's not something we went over together while reading the drug must-do's, and more importantly, do-nots.
He must have wiki'd it. Or gotten out the highlighter and settled in with a cup of coffee after I left the house. Suspect.
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